NeuroTypical

Yeah, that, and also some vandalismAnd then there's this guy, who took a video of himself harassing the poor girl in the check-out window, and then got fired the next day.Chick-fil-A harasser gets served his walking papers | The Daily Caller

It's a really, really, really BAD idea to just assume that he saw your facebook post (or was it a message? Or an invite? Or just a post on your wall?) and ignored it. Maybe he just never saw it.Call him. Invite him personally. Then you can tell for sure if he's got a problem or not. This might have absolutely nothing to do with Mormons, or dying, or anything besides a technology flub.

Yeah, that, and also some vandalism:http://www.trbimg.com/img-501bf160/turbine/la-na-chick-fil-a-controversy-pictures-001/600

Heh. I like it. Like what bacteria does in the presence of penicillin.

I recently crashed my '92 Honda, so I bought a '95 Honda.Again, to each his own.

Oh man. This is too funny. marries 9 months later, they've got... Come on folks - I have an errand to run - you can do this!

You misunderstand me. I know my post sounded snarky, but no really - the 'chicks on antidepressants' and you should stay out of each other's dating circles until one or both of you change. I really believe that. And since quite a lot of such chicks are treating medical conditions that aren't going away any time soon, that means you'd have to be the one changing. You dont' seem to see that happening, so yeah - every time one of them dodges one of you, I'll do my happy dance.I've been around quite a number of chicks on antidepressants (including my wife), and I honestly am representing the range of their reactions towards a guy like you. Most of them learn pretty quickly about your mindset. Most of them are content to have people like you be somewhere else. My wife is one of the "one or two" of them. Here's a story: My wife worked for a lady who owned a dog grooming business. She had been there 6 months, and the lady was very open about how useful, dependable, important my wife was, etc. The best groomers know it's more than about the dogs, it's about connecting with the dog owner, knowing their likes and dislikes, helping them feel good about themselves and their dogs. Anyway, my wife was great at what she did, and her boss knew it. Life was good. Wife and boss were good friends and had lots of fun talks about all sorts of things. Similar politics, similar views on life, the universe, and everything. Until the subject of mental illness came up. Boss was someone like alucar. Suddenly my wife was sitting there trying to keep a straight face while her boss/friend was saying things like "I could never hire a crazy person - I'd be afraid they were gonna go postal on me, or just stop showing up out of the blue or whatever." "They'd scare the customers - one of them could never be as good with them as you are." "People just take those pills because they can't handle reality." It went on and on. So my wife talked about how there are a lot of different things that can go wrong with a brain, biochemical imbalances, the impact of trauma, how different kinds of drug abuse can damage the brain in different ways, just exposing her boss to some facts to keep the conversation going. It was a pretty good conversation. Then boss says "This is fascinating - how come you know so much about all these crazy people?" My wife just gave her good direct eye contact and smiled the most friendly smile she could muster. The Boss' eyes widened a little. "Oh - you must have a family member or something. Is your husband..." "Nope." said my wife. Boss' eyes got even bigger - and showed a little fear. "You don't mean..." "Yep." The boss looked like she wanted to run, cry, hug my wife, and faint at the same time. She was totally unable to make any sort of response for a while. My wife told her it was ok, she's been hearing this sort of thing for years and years, and she really hadn't planned on 'going postal' on her boss today. Things were still pretty ok afterwords. The boss had an eye opening moment and some new information - she did ok re-examining her opinions. Anyway, yeah alucar - on behalf of the chicks on antidepressants, most of them have enough of people like you in their lives without allowing them into their hearts only to be hurt. So I mean what I say - stay away from these girls and do everyone a favor. They need more than you have to offer at this point. Are you talking about me, or the general response? I don't think any such thing about you. Honestly, really, truly - I assume you're some normal guy in his teens or early 20's full of opinions about things. I remember some of the idiotic things I thought back in those years - I can hardly fault you..

Every time someone avoids a long-term horrible experience full of regrets and pain, by bringing up an uncomfortable subject in the short term, an angel gets her wings. (I really believe this. *) On behalf of all the chicks on antidepressants out there, allow me to convey their thanks and gratitude. They wanted me to tell you that most of them don't naturally assume it's because you're shallow (or ignorant or closed minded or acting on bad information or whatever.) It could also be simply because your own problems and hangups might prevent you from ever being what they need out of a relationship in a first place. Oh - and one or two of them would consider going on a date or two with you before telling you, because your reaction to their medication would be a great way to gain insight into how open or closed you are to facts and information. They can help fix shallow, but they can't fix bullheaded stubbornness.LM * (Well, I don't really believe it, but I still jump for joy whenever I hear someone dodging such a bullet.)

It's not about believing you - I believe you saw something on the internet. It's about evaluating your source. It might be a good legitimate source or a funny stupid bad sensationalistic agenda-driven make-stuffey-uppey source - or something in between.

Ah, Morning. Have you fallen on your knees and thanked God for the precious gift of good communication between you and your son? When this crap was happening to me in middle school, telling my parents was either a waste of time, or counterproductive. (I'm assuming that he's not trying to play or manipulate you with these stories into giving him something he wants.) You can tell your son, that the morons he has to be around now, will for the most part eventually grow out of their moronic stage. Most of them will actually turn into decent people of one sort or another - maybe a decade from now. But he's stuck with them for now. Even if you all moved somewhere else, you'd find it there too. Maybe not in such conspicuous amounts, but it would be there. If you don't have one already, I'd recommend a good martial arts dojo that focuses on a good blend of physical conditioning and practical self-defense. My favorite is Krav Maga, but lots of things will work (except for TaeKwonDo).

Holy cow. I've seen CFA's drive through line wrap around their building before, but this time there's a line of people standing in the sun to get into the building itself.

Today is Chick-Fil-A appreciation day - and my wife just invited me to lunch there - yay! And I found another smarmy facebookey pic I like:

I've spent a decade interacting with church critics and seeking out criticisms of my faith. There's pretty much no topic I haven't dealt with. But I've always refused to participate in critical discussions involving temple content. I'm thinking I made the correct choice.

Fast Offerings are different than tithing. With tithing, you can find a gazillion saints with stories about how they paid even when they couldn't afford it, and there were miracles, and everything turned out good, and what have you. Tithing is a commandment, and following commandments bring blessings, even when it seems like the fiscally wrong thing to do. Fast offerings are different. FO are the backbone of the church welfare system - how we help each other out and do service for one another - how we bear one another's burdens that they may be light. If you go a week or two with more going out than coming in, then you find yourself in the 'burdened' camp. (Hopefully it's temporary.) In such cases, the bishop can offer the aid and support of the church if needed. If going a week or two without paying a fast offering bugs you, you can always find other ways to serve and help your fellow saint. Say to yourself "instead of blessing folks monitarily this week, I'll bless them by [X]". Then go do [X]. That's my two cents anyways. I once dragged my poor wife through 6 months of unemployment. I remember how much it stank. God bless.

I'm glad I started this thread. As I said before, my boss occasionally hands out Starbucks gift cards. In the past, I had resigned myself to believing I was now being forced to pay three or four bucks for a fifty-cent pastry of some kind, and still had to worry about sin because the wrapper might smell like coffee. I am experiencing a Gallileo moment here.

My wife keeps looking at me and saying, "You said you'd die for me, and you haven't yet."

To be fair to the other side, they're also upset that Chick-Fil-A has donated some profits to groups supporting traditional marriage. They tell me there's a difference between having an opinion vs giving millions of dollars to groups that push a political agenda. And that's fair enough I suppose.

I can't boycott Starbucks either - it's the only kind of giftcard my boss will give me. (That, and the fact that I don't care what stance a corporation takes on this particular social issue.)

Yep - back when my 18 yr old self made that decision, the reasons I gave seemed to convince everyone, but my real reason was that I did not have a testimony, did not even know if God existed, and did not feel any sort of allegiance to a church full of people who did, despite the various promises and covenants I had made. The woman who accepted my proposal for marriage 6 years later, saw a very different person. She saw someone who had resolved all those issues clearly and completely, developed a strong testimony, and was seeking the path God would have him walk, so he could get to walking.Should my daughters show up with someone like I was at 18, I would offer the following advice: "Huh. Well, he has some good qualities, but you might want to hold off until he figures out what he believes before you get serious about him." Should they respond by giving my own story back to me, I'd reply by mentioning my buddies who went inactive around the same time I did. I'm the only one who made it back. And I would reiterate my regret at not going in the first place.

I'll be there for both "Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day" on Aug. 1, as well as "National Same-Sex Kiss Day at Chick-fil-A," on Aug. 3.

This is a pretty interesting article: Businessweek.com - What Chick-fil-A Could Learn From Marriott

Chick-Fil-A's stance, released on the 26th:

I didn't go on a mission. Landed myself a great mormon chick anyway. As my wife and I raise our daughters, we are very mindful of this topic. We want them to pick good men and live happy full lives (on earth and through the eternities). We try to teach them everything we know about what makes a person good or bad. "Went on a Mission" really isn't enough information to tell one way or the other. Dedicating 2 years of your life to serve the Lord with all your strength is a good thing. Lying your way through the interview and paperwork and MTC and 2 years of mission for self-centered reasons is a bad thing, even though some good may have come of it. Going on a mission because you've always followed the path your parents set for you, could be a good thing or an indicator that a woman should look elsewhere for a marriage partner. Individuals are, well, individual. They're unique. They're all mixtures of experiences and character and things. When looking for a mate, you must evaluate each one individually. I tell my daughters that I'm fine with them looking for an RM. There were lots and lots of women doing the same around me, and I hope they all found someone good to marry, but none of them married me.

I went to that blog, and my comment is awaiting moderation. Surprise surprise.

I have created my first memebase pic: